The last spring

Today before the daylight is done for the day My aspiration will reach my abode of longing, this may– For once, this time All the blossoming buds in flora and fauna, springtime zeal Traveler there to get those together, we two shall prevail Underneath your lushing green, spring shall be along, periodic Among these, only one, I, aspire in thy, spared for me. The daylight sank for long, for so long, in vain Oblivious, I, was tossing in parables, then A sudden gaze, your wandering eyes Daylight dimmed as twilight hue sufficed There is not much time left in my hand. And so, I was counting them, one by one, likewise a meager mind Uncomfortable, uneasy are all these springtime musing clues, to reprimand. Home (Tagore song) Verses (Purawi/The last spring) 9:30 AM 8-25-2024